I WAS CALLED IN,
BY AN OLD TIME FRIEND.
TO HELP HIS FAMILY,
GATHER, ROPE, BRAND AND TEND.

OF ALL THESE THINGS,
I KNEW NOT.
BUT I FIGURED, WHAT THE HECK,
I'LL GIVE IT A SHOT.

THESE ARE LONG TIME TRADITIONS,
TO BE INVITED IS RARE.
I'LL DO MY BEST,
AND TAKE MY PLACE THERE.

THE TOP HAND,
HE RODE UP ON ME.
"SON, I HEAR,
A ROPER YOU BE."

"WELL, YES SIR I AM,
BUT I'M NOT FINISHED YET,"
"BUT NEXT YEAR SIR,
YOU CAN WAGER A BET."

"THEN GRAB THEM IRONS,
AND THROW THEM ON THE FIRE.
WE GOT LOTS TO DO,
BEFORE WE RETIRE."

I CARRIED THE IRONS,
AND WORKED THE GATE.
I GOTTA TELL DENNIS,
MAN, I CAN HARDLY WAIT!

I KNOW THAT DENNIS
WOULD BE PROUD OF ME TODAY!
"YOU CAN DO THIS SON,"
ARE THE WORDS HE'D SAY.